In a bun dance

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Good Gord

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Before I start, I’d like to state the the Panther of News is the only man for me and he is without doubt very attractive, clever and funny. And he shares a certain weary sexiness with that chap in the new Rebus. Now I’ll begin…How much of the ubiquitous Mr Ramsay is showbiz-y artifice and […]

supersize tea

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Everything’s getting bigger – burgers, crisp packets, plates, chairs, cornflake packets.Soon we’re all going to be so fat toilets will be reflective because it’ll be the only chance we have to see our own genitals. Why, then, do hotel rooms – even quite fancy ones with flat screen tellies and four kinds of tea – […]

Rat in the kitchen

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Bravo to Nintendo for Cooking Mama. My sons can now make virtual pizza. Although I couldn’t work out why CM wanted to serve it with rice. I’m all for anyone grasping the Big Cook Little Cook baton and running with it. The more kids know about cuisine which doesn’t come in a little paper bag […]

boys will be boys

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If you were anything like me as an idealistic new parent, you will have looked into your darling child’s deep limpid eyes and promised you would be the best you could. That would have included opening your infant to as broad a range of – safe – experiences as you could to teach and widen […]

Reaching out

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A tricky place, this interweb.The gravelly voice of the Times of London was forced to say it was sorry after falling for a wikiprank. Ronnie Hazlehurst – composer of lots of irritatingly memorable tunes – died this week at a fine old age after a successful career. The Times – along with every other news […]

Yule be sorry

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Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close-bosom friend of the maturing sun…Even in Johnstone, the foliage around Ludovic Square is still on the branch and busy with the business of brightening to orange and gold. A few brave souls resist the season, defiant in open-toed sandals and t-shirts. There are even a few remaining burgers […]

The Panther butts in…

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The Panther complained it had been a while since I blogged and seeing as how I wasn’t saying anything, could he? SO the wild Orchid I married is doing a blog. That’s fine apart from one thing – I have to read it regularly otherwise I am not being supportive. If I ask of an […]

Ransom note

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If something’s good enough I don’t mind paying for it. (What’s that I can hear the Panther muttering?)Nowt’s for nowt, as they say. And the Glasgow Science Centre certainly isn’t for nowt – more than £20 for us all to go. But I don’t mind, not when it kept us all amused in such a […]